Dangerous Days (Chapter 4, page 1 of 8)


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Chapter 4

Graham left the conference that morning in a rather exalted mood. The
old mill was coming into its own at last. He had a sense of boyish
triumph in the new developments, a feeling of being a part of big
activities that would bring rich rewards. And he felt a new pride in his
father. He had sat, a little way from the long table, and had watched
the faces of the men gathered about it as clearly and forcibly the
outlines of the new departure were given out. Hitherto "Spencer's" had
made steel only. Now, they were not only to make the steel, but they
were to forge the ingots into rough casts; these casts were then to
be carried to the new munition works, there to be machined, drilled,
polished, provided with fuses, which "Spencer's" were also to make, and
shipped abroad.

The question of speeding production had been faced and met. The various
problems had been discussed and the bonus system tentatively taken up.
Then the men had dispersed, each infected with the drive of his father's
contagious force. "Pretty fine old boy," Graham had considered. And he
wondered vaguely if, when his time came, he would be able to take hold.
For a few minutes Natalie's closetings lost their effect. He saw his
father, not as one from whom to hide extravagance and unpaid bills,
but as the head of a great concern that was now to be a part of the war
itself. He wandered into his father's office, and picked up the shell.
Clayton was already at his letters, but looked up.

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